The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 95: Art Communication

Fatty and Zhang Ye exchanged greetings for a while, and Wang Yueban thought about the business: "It’s true, I think your signature is very artistic, and I also want to order one for my Emeishan Yue auction house. Please let Brother Zhang inform us. Where did you make it?"

Zhang Ye was stunned. He wanted to make a signboard? The sign itself is a magic weapon for armor, is it your own business?

"I made it myself." Zhang Ye admitted frankly.

Wang Yue was half-shocked: "I said that the person who can create this sign must be a real artist. I didn't expect to be far away from the sky and close in front of me. It's really late to see each other!"

"Zhang Jiahui, no, brother Zhang, I want to build a piece of my brother, the price is not a problem!" Wang Yue half-patted her chest, proud.

"Wang Lunqiu..." Zhang Ye paused, "Boss Wang, we both see each other right away, and I will give you a friendly price. You can bring your own materials and ten high-grade spirit stones will do."

Wang Yueban's smile solidified and said angrily: "Ten high-grade spirit stones? What a joke!"

Murong Hongzhuang watched this scene with a smile, Zhang Ye was really greedy, and he finally came to a business, but he wanted to slaughter a customer without looking at who Wang Yueban was. That was the top businessman in Tiandao City. One, can you kill it?

Zhang Ye’s price is really friendly. Ten high-grade spirit stones are still at the price level of Lingtai Town. If this fat guy thinks it’s expensive, Zhang Ye doesn’t need to do this business. Although he can set his own price now, Zhang Ye thinks he is. How can the future **** of forging surrender his status?

Zhang Ye was about to say something that was too expensive, but he heard Wang Yue half annoyed and said: "Art cannot be measured by value. If this sign is only worth ten high-grade spirit stones, it would be an insult to it!" /

"There are a hundred high-grade spirit stones in it, please accept it from Boss Zhang!" Wang Yueban handed Zhang Ye a universe bag, as if you would look down on me if you didn't accept it.

Zhang Ye held the Qiankun bag with a look of astonishment, dare you to be angry before, did you think the charge was low? People in Tiandao City are so rich?

Zhang Ye couldn't help but look at his signboard, the slanted magical blacksmith shop, really art? The world of the rich really doesn't understand.

But think about some female monks, it is understandable that Zhang Ye went bankrupt for those useless beauty pills.

Murong Hongzhuang was shocked. She was here to make trouble. How could she allow Zhang Ye to make a business and earn so much? She immediately said to Wang Yueban: "Boss Wang, you were slaughtered by Zhang Ye. This is the sign, you Go to Tianbing Pavilion and spend ten middle-grade spirit stones to create two sets..."

"Shut up!" Wang Yueban scolded, "Do you know what art is? Ugly women!"

Am I ugly? Murong Hongzhuang was dumbfounded. What kind of aesthetics made her crazy: "You deserve to be fattened!"

Murong Hongzhuang was mad, Zhang Ye called a comfortable.

Wang Yue half patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder: "Brother Zhang, if a woman is not obedient, we must fight, let alone such an ugly woman, I really wronged you!"

Zhang Ye looked sluggish. It seems that Wang Yueban really thinks Murong Hongzhuang is ugly. In addition to her distorted personality, is she as beautiful as a fairy?

As for being misunderstood by Wang Yue that she and Murong Hongzhuang are a couple, Zhang Ye thought it was not that she suffered. It's just one thing in my heart. With Wang Yueban's aesthetic level, after seeing his own work, should he be happy or depressed?

"Brother Zhang, I'll go back and bring the materials here." Wang Yueban saw a bloated female monk passing by the door, her eyes lit up, she made an excuse and rushed out.

At noon, Wang Yueban rushed back with a look of kidney deficiency: "Brother Zhang, I brought the materials, did you see enough?"

"What's all there?" Zhang Ye was idle for a long time, and his spirits were overwhelming.

Wang Yue took out more than a dozen Qiankun bags in one breath: "According to your requirements, they are all materials suitable for building armor. If it is not enough, I will go back and get it."

Zhang Ye checked it with his spiritual sense and held the grass. If this is not enough, how can it be called enough? There are tens of thousands of kilograms of each material, and they are all precious materials that can be used to create top-grade artifacts.

Zhang Ye said: "It can't be so much."

"Why don't you want it?" Wang Yueban said, "I want an oversized signboard. The magic weapon grade doesn't matter, it must be large, so that it fits the artistic aura that I exude."

Zhang Ye was speechless for a while. This is indeed an art. He didn't say anything anymore, just make it according to the customer's request.

Zhang Ye has never built such a big magic weapon. He finished it in ten batches. The entire blacksmith shop couldn't fit it all the way to the backyard, which was a big sign.

Wang Yueban stroked the new signboard of Mount Emei, and couldn't help admiring: "Perfect art!"

When Zhang Ye heard this, he blushed rarely: "Ahem, that's it, go slowly and don't give it away."

Wang Yueban thanked him again and again. If he received the most precious treasure, he would put the sign in the Universe Bag and walk away. It seemed that he couldn't wait to replace it with the new sign.

After opening the shop for a day, only Wang Yueban's business was made. Zhang Ye was wondering how to break this deadlock. It seems that the sign will still be added tomorrow.

Zhang Ye closed the door and lighted a fire to cook. Today, he made a lot of money. Except for the 80% distributed by the system, there are still 20 high-grade spirit stones left.

Zhang Ye served a table of food and rewarded himself. With the formation of a blacksmith's defense, there is no need to worry about Murong Hongzhuang's stealing it.

Not long after, smelling the fragrant food, Zhang Ye moved his index finger and was about to feast on it. There was a knock on the side door: "Zhang Ye open the door!"

The voice of Murong Hongzhuang? Zhang Ye pretended not to be at home and ate secretly.

"Don't hide inside and make no noise, I know you are at home... Gudong..." Murong Hongzhuang swallowed, "I can smell the scent of food!"

Zhang Ye was speechless, but still said, "What about when I am at home?"

"Open the door, I am starving to death!" Murong Hongzhuang patted the door.

Nima, really came to eat rice, and Zhang Ye couldn’t open the door anymore. He ate his food succinctly and flaunted: “The spiritual rice of Daocheng in this heaven is fragrant. This spiritual beast’s cooked meat is fat but not greasy. Let’s have dinner!"

"Zhang Ye, don't finish eating, open the door!" Murong Hongzhuang continued to smash the door as she spoke with saliva.

Zhang Ye holding the bowl, gloating at the side door, eating and saying: "Why should I open the door?"

"I am your beautiful landlord." Murong Hongzhuang said angrily, "Are you willing to give me food?"

"What can't you bear?" Zhang Ye smashed his mouth, "If you want to eat yourself, go back and do it, don't knock on my door."

"Zhang Ye, I don't know how to do it." Murong Hongzhuang said aggrievedly.

"You can't do it, why haven't you starved to death for so many years?" Zhang Ye didn't believe it, just wanted to come to eat for free.

"I used to be the elder of Tiandao Palace, of course I don't need to cook..." Murong Hongzhuang paused, "Before resigning, I stole Tiandao Palace's rations for one year, and I ate it two days ago."

He held the grass and stole the food for a year. It was amazing. Zhang Ye made up his mind to hide the food in the future and asked casually: "Then why are you resigning?"

"That's because..." Murong Hongzhuang stopped suddenly, "Can you control it?"

"I can't control it, but I have no responsibility to invite you to eat and eat out by myself." Zhang Ye happily said, "Ah, I had so much fun to eat, only the last bowl of rice is left."

"Ah Zhang Ye, you bastard!" Murong Hongzhuang was anxious. After eating Zhang Ye's food, he couldn't swallow the food at the stall outside.

Murong Hongzhuang's momentum was closed, and his voice was pitiful: "Or, I'll tell you a piece of meat?"

Zhang Ye's face turned black: "Funny."

"Then I will sing to you?" Murong Hongzhuang tried his best, but Zhang Ye didn't have any pity for Xiangyu.

"What the **** are you going to do, give you money?" Murong Hongzhuang was anxious, with a dignified ability to reinforce weakness, he just lost his temper.

"How much do you give?" Zhang Ye asked suddenly.

Murong Hongzhuang was speechless for a while: "Okay, I will give you food from now on, a medium-grade spiritual stone a day."

"One medium-grade spirit stone per meal." Zhang Ye refused to give in.

"Okay, the deal." Murong Hongzhuang pondered it, but fortunately, Zhang Ye had paid enough rent to cover the food, and bitterly agreed.

Zhang Yezhi opened the door with a cry, and Murong Hongzhuang couldn't wait to run to the dining table, and when she saw the leftovers on the table, she tears in circles.

Something is better than nothing. Murong Hongzhuang sighed and prepared to eat, but Zhang Ye picked up the plates and dumped them all into the trash can.

Murong Hongzhuang's tears gushing out: "Zhang Ye, I have given you money, and I won't let me eat the leftovers?"

"You have given the money, how can you eat leftovers?" Zhang Ye finished speaking lightly, and started cooking the vegetables again.

Murong Hongzhuang looked at Zhang Yejianyi's face, inexplicably moved, but she suddenly recovered, wiped away her tears, and moved a little. My mother paid for it!

Not long after, Zhang Ye cooked two dishes and one soup, and served Murong Hongzhuang with a bowl of fragrant spiritual rice: "Let’s eat."

There is no need for Zhang Ye to say that Murong Hongzhuang has already begun to suffer.

Zhang Ye couldn't help comparing Murong Hongzhuang and Xiao En, both of them were reincarnated like starving ghosts, but Xiao En was more cute than Murong Hongzhuang!

Even Su Jin, who has only come to eat once, can still abuse this Murong Hongzhuang.

However, this Murong Hongzhuang also belongs to a person of true temperament, which shows that she has no scheming and is much better than those women who are twitchy and hypocritical.

"What are you staring at me for?" Murong Hongzhuang was halfway through eating. When Zhang Ye looked at her in a daze, he smiled triumphantly, "Is it beautiful?"

Zhang Ye showed a weird smile and reached out to touch Murong Hongzhuang’s face~IndoMTL.com~ Murong Hongzhuang still had a smile on her face, but there was a murderous in his eyes. Good boy, I finally couldn’t hold it back. Dare to touch my old lady and break your leg!

Zhang Ye stretched out his finger, plucked a grain of rice on Murong Hongzhuang’s face, and smiled: "Eat slowly, don’t worry."

Murong Hongzhuang thought that Zhang Ye was going to touch herself, but she was stunned when she heard these words. She was accustomed to being carefree. She never paid attention to image problems, but Zhang Ye’s gentle behavior made her feel strange and inexplicable. Hot.

Murong Hongzhuang was eating small bites. She didn't know what was wrong, and the atmosphere became awkward.

In order to break this embarrassment, she said: "Zhang Ye, you really smashed Wang Lunqiu during the day, uh, Wang Yueban a hundred high-grade spirit stone?"

"Why is it a pit?" Zhang Ye didn't have a good air.

"It's just a broken sign, even a magical weapon is not worth the price." Before Murong Hongzhuang's words fell, a colorful spurt of brilliance spurted out from the center of Tiandao City, and seven characters from the Emeishan Yue Auction House emerged. At high altitude, the whole city is eye-catching, attracting countless people to marvel.